I wish the Maker could stamp the date we will die, say on the bottom of our big toe. Handy information to have yet not obvious to everyone.
"Howyadoin?"
"Pretty good. Haven't checked my toe lately but I have no complaints."
The last year of your toe date you could pass your money on to friends and relatives instead of pharmaceutical companies.
For me it would mean not stockpiling toilet tissue and Kleenex. I will have been all excreted out.